a better life.

every year,
it stays so mutha-uckin' turbo flippin' dooooope!
just another 'nother thing about that rural real life, kids.
a field full of fresher-than-fresh hottness.
and hairier-than-sasquatch armpits.
checks and balances, ya'll, i'm sayin'.
and,
peter the leader did NOT rock the stilts.
disappointing?
a little.
but, i mean he's eighty for cryin' out loud,
and he still danced harder, sang louder, baked more,
and generally directed the entire event.
i guess that's still pretty righteous for an octogenarian....

me and my team of delightfully gracious girlie-girls,

and our homeboy jim packed up a cooler with treats,

while our buddies, the rovetti family,

piled in their family minibigbox vehicle with grandma in her car behind them.

then,

we ALL wagon-trained across the woodsly goodness.

into the green mountainy greatness of the northeast kingdom we drove.
vermont feels different, my ninjas.

it feels better.

miss maple knows what time it is;

it's time to get busy cheering, clapping, oooh-ing an' ahhh-in'.

the cucch journeyed up the whole way from connecticut.

yeah.

he drove up to vermont from wallingford,

and then back with us to the woodsly goodness.

that's battle-beastly road warrior spirit.

heck,

we even bumped into some other other other mt. washington valley duders...

we ended up rollin' pretty deep,

in full flippin' far-reaching folksy effect.

harvest always brings the friendly pants, even when she's in a dress!
i couldn't ask for better little genetic emissaries,
and i am grateful like a mofo for the tme i'm granted to span with 'em.

the secret universal plan was lookin' out for it's warrior poets, ya'll.

we had some times, and they were all good.

the bread and puppet circus, pageant, and museum.

perfect weather.

no traffic.

tight music.

good peoples.

active participation.

Folk Life.

Liberty.

really real life-lovin' poets and puppeteers.

you should've flippin' been there.

no jokin',

all ya'll who took it easy like sunday mornin' seriously missed the F* out.

word up.

never quiet, never soft....